Yo i'm tha Freestyle-King a legend in tha midst-of-working i'm plannin' out how i'ma merk-this-newbie//
Who tha fuck u think-u-be challengin' tha illest-emcee you've ever-seen i'ma wake u outta-this-dream//
I'ma bring u back-ta-reality where u-can-see u ain't got nuttin'-on-me and never-will cuz u lack some seriou-skill//
Better make out-ya-will cuz i'ma lyrically-kill you and leave ya kids wit tha medical-bill//
I spit out instant-classics i'll murda u and tip-ya-casket while you take back ur rhymes and try ta-mask-it//
But i'm back-at-it before you could back-it i'ma rack-this-win and please don't bring back-this-wack-ass-shitty spit again//
Now my friend did ya really think u had a chance ta win? please man are u insane how dare you use me name in vain//
I'ma spit so sick u'll think i'm fuckin' gothic i'ma go ahead and get on-top-of-it damn man get off-of-it//
It's over just admit-it i'm too good you damn-it this is a waste of time i can't wait to close this battle and slam-it//
Your rhymes is red i'm like bull i'll ram-it you try ta make ur rhyme long like mine but all u really did was cram-it//